CIATB Chapter 191 She felt wronged, but she didn't say it.
Chapter 191 She felt wronged, but she didn't say it.
Chapter 191 She felt wronged, but she didn't say it.
sunset.
The golden afterglow poured down, casting a mesmerizing glow over this bustling city.
The little BMW weaved nimbly through the traffic, the scenery outside the window flashing by: skyscrapers, tree-lined streets, busy pedestrians... Soon, the little BMW entered the second level of the underground parking garage.
Lin Yourong sat with Sister Ru in the back seat.
She leaned out from the middle and offered the last segment of the tangerine to Yu Huan's lips.
Yu Huan turned her head and swallowed the sweet fruit into her mouth. The juice burst in her mouth, and then she began to reverse into the parking space with an incredibly smooth motion.
Suddenly, he heard a yawn. In the brief moment of straightening the steering wheel, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Sister Ru slowly closing her blood-red mouth.
Yu Huan couldn't help but smile slightly and thanked her, saying, "Sister Ru, thank you so much. You've worked hard today."
"Mm." Lin Yourong looked at her gratefully and nodded.
After yawning, Sister Ru waved her hand and said, "Hey, what's the big deal? You've made a significant contribution to my performance record. Just hurry up and write the song for Su Su to sing! I'm waiting to hear it!"
These words immediately amused the couple, who burst into laughter simultaneously.
After the BMW came to a stop, the three of them got out of the car together, took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, and entered their home.
My mother-in-law is busy cooking in the kitchen.
Yu Huan and Sister Ru moved to the sofa and started watching TV, while Lin Yourong closed the door and had a heart-to-heart talk with her mother-in-law.
Not long after.
Lin Yourong brought a plate of food to the table and called out loudly to Yu Huan's retreating figure, "Time to eat!"
Upon hearing the sound, Yu Huan quickly got up and hurried to the kitchen to help.
He opened the rice cooker, and a fragrant aroma of rice wafted out, making his mouth water.
While serving rice, he asked his mother-in-law, who was wiping the stove, with curiosity, "Mom, hasn't Dad come back yet?"
His mother-in-law turned around with a smile and glanced at him: "Your dad works at the newspaper. He called to say he'll be busy tonight and won't be home for dinner."
Yu Huan didn't know what the mother and daughter were talking about in the kitchen, but he felt that his mother-in-law's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly affectionate.
"Oh." He nodded in response.
Tomorrow is Monday, December 31, 2012, and Lao Lin will officially take office as editor-in-chief.
At a time when major leaders are being appointed and dismissed, the New Year's Day holiday cannot be combined with the weekend. With several thousand people in the newspaper, the work schedule and staff on-call arrangements for each department are quite complicated.
As a metropolitan morning newspaper, it will continue to be published as usual during the New Year's Day holiday to provide readers with the latest news and information.
Most departments and positions will work on the weekend to make up for lost time off, and then have a three-day holiday from Tuesday to Thursday.
The only statutory holiday for New Year's Day is January 1st. If the new media department takes the weekend as usual, then there will only be one day off.
After meal.
Yu Huan, having eaten her fill and was quite satisfied, immediately wanted to clear the dishes, but her mother-in-law stopped her, saying, "When Rong is here, let her do it. Don't spoil her—"
"mom!"
Lin Yourong, sitting next to Yu Huan, immediately looked displeased.
Her little mouth was slightly pouting.
She felt wronged, but she didn't say anything; instead, she started to reason with people:
"If I'm cooking in the future, can't I ask him to wash the dishes?"
The mother-in-law waved her hand, a smile playing on her lips, but her tone was firm: "That's between you two. As your daughter, you have to wash the dishes."
Yu Huan knew all about his wife's grievances.
The girl wouldn't let him handle anything even slightly heavy, and he spent the whole afternoon working on it.
She carried a pair of dumbbells, each weighing fifty pounds, up and down the stairs, panting heavily, but without a single complaint.
It would be a lie for her to say she wasn't tired.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Yu Huan hurriedly got up and started clearing the dishes: "Rongrong, you go and pack your things. Rest a little longer, and we'll be heading to the airport."
Seeing the family joking around, Sister Ru chuckled and chimed in, "Yu Huan, just love her!"
"She's my wife, if I don't cherish her, who will I cherish?"
Say it.
In front of his mother-in-law and Sister Ru, Yu Huan naturally lowered his head and gave Lin Yourong a kiss on the cheek.
Her face was slightly round at the top, her chin was slightly pointed, and her cheeks felt plump and full of collagen.
It's not the kind of thin, pointed face that many people mistakenly believe to be an oval face.
Overall, the pure love warrior's small face is irresistible.
With her mother still present, a faint blush rose on Lin Yourong's cheeks. She raised her hand and gently pushed his arm, feigning annoyance, saying, "You're always so serious~"
Yu Huan chuckled.
The mother-in-law watched this scene with a doting smile on her face.
After washing the dishes, Yu Huan dried his hands, and the first thing he naturally did was look for his wife.
The mother-in-law sat on the sofa chatting with Sister Ru, asking her why she didn't go home this time when she returned to Xingcheng.
It was obvious that she had already spoken to her old best friend on the phone, which made Sister Ru, who had been exposed, feel a little embarrassed.
Sister Ru was giving a evasive answer while laughing and joking.
When Yu Huan's mother-in-law saw him turning left and right looking for someone, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Little Yu, You Rong is taking a bath."
"Oh." Yu Huan scratched his head.
Suddenly, the cell phone in my pocket vibrated, and the ringing echoed throughout the living room.
He took out his phone and saw that it was Yu Songnian calling.
Not wanting to disturb their conversation, I quickly moved to the restaurant and pulled out a chair to sit down at the table.
Yu Huan answered the phone and asked briefly, "Hello, what's up?"
"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you the names of the dishes!" Yu Songnian's deep voice was tinged with excitement.
"What vegetables?"
"Spicy shrimp, ginger-spicy snake, and Zhongshan Pavilion braised duck!"
Yu Songnian listed them one by one, his tone similar to that of a waiter in a TV drama, then added with a smug smile:
"Brother Yu, a five-pound king cobra!"
Yu Huan nodded: "That's good, let's also make some cucumber salad to cool down our tempers."
“No problem,” Yu Songnian paused, chuckled, and continued, “Thank you, Brother Huan, you’re so generous!”
Yu Huan knew he must have something important to say, and it turned out he was just calling to thank her. She smiled calmly and said, "What are you thanking me for?"
"Brother Huan, Chengzi is here. After we have supper, I'll treat everyone to a foot massage!"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan felt that if Lin Yourong found out, she would probably have to pick up a steel wool ball and wash his feet.
So he quickly declined: "Forget it, Chengzi will arrive after 9 pm. We can just have a late-night snack and chat. I have to go to work early tomorrow morning."
"Alright then—" Yu Songnian joked, "You neither smoke nor drink, but I've already shown my sincerity. Don't blame me for being ungrateful; it's your own fault for not appreciating it!"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Just take care of tonight's late-night snack."
A five-pound king cobra is a rare find in the market, costing at least 100 yuan per pound.
Most girls might not dare to eat it, but to welcome Yu Chengcheng, Yu Songnian naturally had to prepare something she liked without Yu Huan having to say anything.
This late-night snack is definitely not cheap.
Yu Huan had just finished speaking on the other end of the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Yu Songnian spoke in a strange, eunuch-like voice: "Do you even need to tell me that?"
Yu Huan noticed that Lin Yourong was peeking her upper body out of the bathroom doorway.
She changed into a black painted sweatshirt and looked exceptionally energetic.
She was drying her hair when she glanced around outside, her eyes meeting Yu Huan's before she quickly looked away.
Yu Huan quickly said, "Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. See you tonight."
"It's done!"
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan couldn't wait to go to the bathroom.
He saw Lin Yourong take a hairdryer out of the cabinet under the sink and prepare to plug it into the wall socket.
She had just come out of the shower, her wet black hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was flushed with a faint blush from the hot water, like a blooming peach blossom glistening with dew.
"Let me help you dry your hair?" Yu Huan gently reached out her hand, wanting to take the hairdryer from her.
A bright smile immediately spread across Lin Yourong's face. She released the handle of the hairdryer and joked, "Why are you being so attentive?"
Yu Huan felt that it was actually her who was being attentive, and compared to her, Sister Ru seemed to be playing a supporting role.
After a busy afternoon, the fine sweat on her little face dried and then became wet again. When I finally kissed her on the face, it felt a little sticky.
All I wanted to do was repay her.
However, you can't say these plain words out loud.
He turned the setting to the highest setting, and the whooshing sound of the hairdryer echoed in their ears.
Gently lifting the thick, damp black hair behind Lin Yourong's back, revealing her long, smooth swan neck.
As he dried her hair with the hot air, he smiled and said, "My wife helped me tidy up today, carrying things up and down the stairs. You must be tired."
"It's good that you know I'm tired!" Lin Yourong snorted through her nose.
A satisfied smile appeared on her face, as if all her fatigue had vanished.
Yu Huan carefully dried her hair for more than ten minutes, until he felt that the hair dryer in his hand was about to be overloaded, and only then was it no longer so wet.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering with a glossy black sheen.
He swallowed the flirtatious line he was about to say, "When your hair grows long enough to reach your waist, will you marry me?"
To prevent the girl from taking a joke seriously and starting to grow her hair out, which would be harder to manage and cause her suffering.
Wait until it's about 80% dry.
Yu Huan gazed at her cloud-like hair and turned off the hairdryer with satisfaction.
The continuous whooshing sound finally stopped, and he raised his hand to gently tuck the strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear.
"All right!"
"Thank you, darling." Lin Yourong turned her head and gently pecked him on the cheek with her cherry-like lips.
My wife smells wonderful.
This sudden intimacy stirred something within Yu Huan.
Gazing into her clear, watery eyes in the mirror, he teased, "Can't you just call me 'husband'?"
Lin Yourong immediately turned to the side, raised her hand and gently punched his shoulder, pouting coquettishly, "Don't push your luck!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken off running with his long legs.
Their flight was at 9:15.
When the hour and minute hands of the wall clock point to 7:30.
Sitting on the sofa, with her arm around Lin Yourong's shoulder, Yu Huan let out a long, wistful sigh.
He embarked on a journey to bid farewell to his first wife and welcome his little cousin.
(End of this chapter)